In my heart lies an aching feeling
Of which I cannot bare
Was she always there to hold you
When I could not be there?
You are my dream girl
Is what you say but am I no better then her?
Slowly drifting away
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
In my heart lies an aching feeling
Of which I cannot bare
Was she always there to hold you
When I could not be there?
You are my dream girl
Is what you say but am I no better then her?
Slowly drifting away
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